What happened to Kieran McVeigh?

[percs]

???

 

[a_burger]

probably had a busy year in college

 

[270on420out]

He has segment in finito apparently. Broke his shoulder or something last season. Probably gonna get a real job or do smart people things

 

[ZAHNER]

He has segment in finito apparently. Broke his shoulder or something last season. Probably gonna get a real job or do smart people things

Talked to him this summer when he visited summit for a day, thats all correct, broke it in january so eliminated a lot of this winter. He is still way hyped on skiing, though def has taken to the Pomona lifestyle.

I wouldnt be suprised if he drops another mind blower this season without any sorta warning.

-bitt

 

[-Dan]

He has segment in finito apparently. Broke his shoulder or something last season. Probably gonna get a real job or do smart people things

not a segment, but has some clips in the mix and they are fuckin dope

 

[snowfinder]

The ski pro dream is a hard one to live.

 

[Eastcoastjibber]

jon brogan-ing the game

 

[-Dan]

heard he didn't kiss anyone when the ball dropped the other night.

 

[-Dan]

heard that he cant lip on blind 2 after shoulder injury so he quit

 

[DFJ]

McSlay seems like a real one in the sense that he just does him

 

[McSlay]

It all started last January in the north of Sweden. We (the bunch) had been out late in the desolate woods of Sweden, one of the stiller and quieter places on earth. As we skied out of the spot, I was the last one. Already terrified due to the earlier mentions of wolves in the area but what happened next was far worse. In the midst of surf inspired slash soft white light engulfed me. I originally believed this to be the fabled white room, it was not. I came to after a short time laying in the snow, seeing a strange green light retreating into the night ski. I brushed it off and got up, because the I assumed the wolves would be coming soon. To my horror I discovered I no longer was able to maintain any control of my skis. It was as if all the muscle memory I had worked my whole life, poured my whole heart into had been stolen from me. It was a long walk out of the forest, finally making it back to the cabin, I fell into a deep but troubled sleep. Over the next several weeks my symptoms did not improve my abilities were gone. What was once like butter became more like sandpaper. After much discussion with Maxi, we came to the conclusion cartoons from another dimension stole my abilities in order to run a new demo at their theme park that is facing financial difficulties and is on the brink of bankruptcy.

Upon reaching this conclusion Maxi took off after them, after performing the world record future fire cracker of 8 stairs opening a worm hole taking him to the cartoon dimension. For 40 days and 40 nights he battled the cartoons in a game of SLVSH that is still in the process of being edited but (spoiler alert) it wasn't enough and he did not win my skills back.

The road to recovery has been long and hard. I'm not sure if I'll ever be back to where I was before skiing, but every day I'm fighting back for the butter. Look for a new documentary from Stept on my recovery process in the coming months.

 

[icculus.]

it all adds up,.

 

[-Dan]

heard that he cant lip on blind 2 after shoulder injury so he quit

It all started last January in the north of Sweden. We (the bunch) had been out late in the desolate woods of Sweden, one of the stiller and quieter places on earth. As we skied out of the spot, I was the last one. Already terrified due to the earlier mentions of wolves in the area but what happened next was far worse. In the midst of surf inspired slash soft white light engulfed me. I originally believed this to be the fabled white room, it was not. I came to after a short time laying in the snow, seeing a strange green light retreating into the night ski. I brushed it off and got up, because the I assumed the wolves would be coming soon. To my horror I discovered I no longer was able to maintain any control of my skis. It was as if all the muscle memory I had worked my whole life, poured my whole heart into had been stolen from me. It was a long walk out of the forest, finally making it back to the cabin, I fell into a deep but troubled sleep. Over the next several weeks my symptoms did not improve my abilities were gone. What was once like butter became more like sandpaper. After much discussion with Maxi, we came to the conclusion cartoons from another dimension stole my abilities in order to run a new demo at their theme park that is facing financial difficulties and is on the brink of bankruptcy.

Upon reaching this conclusion Maxi took off after them, after performing the world record future fire cracker of 8 stairs opening a worm hole taking him to the cartoon dimension. For 40 days and 40 nights he battled the cartoons in a game of SLVSH that is still in the process of being edited but (spoiler alert) it wasn't enough and he did not win my skills back.

The road to recovery has been long and hard. I'm not sure if I'll ever be back to where I was before skiing, but every day I'm fighting back for the butter. Look for a new documentary from Stept on my recovery process in the coming months.

so i was right. bummer.

 

[icculus.]

https://www.instagram.com/p/_zfAdiSUVB/

 

[snowfinder]

It all started last January in the north of Sweden. We (the bunch) had been out late in the desolate woods of Sweden, one of the stiller and quieter places on earth. As we skied out of the spot, I was the last one. Already terrified due to the earlier mentions of wolves in the area but what happened next was far worse. In the midst of surf inspired slash soft white light engulfed me. I originally believed this to be the fabled white room, it was not. I came to after a short time laying in the snow, seeing a strange green light retreating into the night ski. I brushed it off and got up, because the I assumed the wolves would be coming soon. To my horror I discovered I no longer was able to maintain any control of my skis. It was as if all the muscle memory I had worked my whole life, poured my whole heart into had been stolen from me. It was a long walk out of the forest, finally making it back to the cabin, I fell into a deep but troubled sleep. Over the next several weeks my symptoms did not improve my abilities were gone. What was once like butter became more like sandpaper. After much discussion with Maxi, we came to the conclusion cartoons from another dimension stole my abilities in order to run a new demo at their theme park that is facing financial difficulties and is on the brink of bankruptcy.

Upon reaching this conclusion Maxi took off after them, after performing the world record future fire cracker of 8 stairs opening a worm hole taking him to the cartoon dimension. For 40 days and 40 nights he battled the cartoons in a game of SLVSH that is still in the process of being edited but (spoiler alert) it wasn't enough and he did not win my skills back.

The road to recovery has been long and hard. I'm not sure if I'll ever be back to where I was before skiing, but every day I'm fighting back for the butter. Look for a new documentary from Stept on my recovery process in the coming months.

X files shit going on in the woods of Sweden.

 

[daannnnieel]

It all started last January in the north of Sweden. We (the bunch) had been out late in the desolate woods of Sweden, one of the stiller and quieter places on earth. As we skied out of the spot, I was the last one. Already terrified due to the earlier mentions of wolves in the area but what happened next was far worse. In the midst of surf inspired slash soft white light engulfed me. I originally believed this to be the fabled white room, it was not. I came to after a short time laying in the snow, seeing a strange green light retreating into the night ski. I brushed it off and got up, because the I assumed the wolves would be coming soon. To my horror I discovered I no longer was able to maintain any control of my skis. It was as if all the muscle memory I had worked my whole life, poured my whole heart into had been stolen from me. It was a long walk out of the forest, finally making it back to the cabin, I fell into a deep but troubled sleep. Over the next several weeks my symptoms did not improve my abilities were gone. What was once like butter became more like sandpaper. After much discussion with Maxi, we came to the conclusion cartoons from another dimension stole my abilities in order to run a new demo at their theme park that is facing financial difficulties and is on the brink of bankruptcy.

Upon reaching this conclusion Maxi took off after them, after performing the world record future fire cracker of 8 stairs opening a worm hole taking him to the cartoon dimension. For 40 days and 40 nights he battled the cartoons in a game of SLVSH that is still in the process of being edited but (spoiler alert) it wasn't enough and he did not win my skills back.

The road to recovery has been long and hard. I'm not sure if I'll ever be back to where I was before skiing, but every day I'm fighting back for the butter. Look for a new documentary from Stept on my recovery process in the coming months.

Tl;dr got eaten by wolves in Europe somewhere and is dead.

 

[DanielPlainview]

Kieran has been one of the influential skiers of the past couple years and I personally love his style, yet he seems to have even more potential off the hill (from what ive heard/seen). He'll probably disappear and become an electrical engineer or something.

 

[keimel]

we need this again...